Emerging from Seclusion

"The spirit vein was too weak. Without the support of Fire Crystal Pills, my cultivation would never have broken through to my current realm."

Sensing the spiritual power running out of steam, Chen Luo's eyes flashed with a trace of regret.

The cultivation methods of this era differed from the Corpse Immortal Dao. They emphasized Resource Heavens. So long as one had sufficient resources and one's innate talent imposed no limits, one could sing all the way to the summit; even ascending to immortality and attaining the Dao would not be beyond reach. Of course, few could afford the resources consumed by immortality. The great immortal sects standing at the pinnacle of the Immortal Cultivation World all possessed experts of equivalent realms. No one would willingly step aside to fulfill another.

After absorbing the final wisp of spiritual energy, Chen Luo rose and tucked the pill furnace puppet into his sleeve.

This temporary cave abode had fulfilled its purpose. Ten years was not a short time for Chen Luo. He had cultivated for only a little over six hundred years, far from comparable to old monsters like Zi Tianji, whose lifespans exceeded two thousand years.

The mountain wall's color had faded considerably, changing from earthy yellow to pale white. The Spirit Gathering Formation he had ordered the puppet to carve when he first moved in had also been damaged. The spirit stones within the formation had been exhausted, while the stone walls around the cave containing the pill furnace had turned dark brown. The constant heat had burned the rocks inside into another type of crystal, one of exceptional hardness.

Turning around, Chen Luo took a step through the void.

He vanished from the cave like a phantom. When his feet touched down again, he was already on the mountain